Poem to a Crusader Knight

               

         

 

  I decided to write a poem to a pilgrim knight who is en route to Outremer. It has been established in the style of an English sonnet. 

                                           

                                                Behold, a mounted horseman comes, 

                                                Indeed, he is praised by many tongues, 

                                                 a red cross he bears on his white shield, 

                                                 he rides ferociously to the battlefield. 

                                                Behold, the pilgrim prepares for the fight,  

                                                he is England's best and bravest knight, 

                                                his lance he stabs into the enemies, 

                                                his courage is hardly plenary. 

                                               Behold, the crusader returns triumphant, 

                                               he responds gladly to the court's trumpet, 

                                               he begins to sheath away his sword, 

                                               knowing that Outremer is again restored. 

                                               Valiant and honorable be Lord William,

                                               who is the greatest of all Christian pilgrims.